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86 thoughts on ““Jubilee””

It was such a great Jubilee because of the experiential and emotional fix they were able to gin up. Like junkies looking for their next hit the religion addict is looking for their next soul stirring, toe stomping, hard preaching, altar filling, hand raising, shouting ailsle running event. Their religion is so dead that they have to have something to stir them and give them a tangible experience so they can justify all the sacrifice they make, on the altar of their standards, for the god of their imagination.

Not so very long ago I too was one of them. Performance churchanity, emotional experientialism, and the religious addict.

I was just pondering the same thing, sort of. A few years ago at a UGA football game, my Dawgs were behind to a team they should not have had so much trouble with. Sometime in the second half, Champ Baily picked an interception and ran it back for a touchdown. After I stepped off the bleacher, having performed an impromptu celebratory dance, I wondered why it seems okay there, but we are not allowed to get excited about our Creator Savior and what He has done for us.

I still find this form of “worship” to be extreme, and usually accuse the participants of showing off. But, maybe they are truly excited about God. After all, my culture isn’t their culture.

um…okay. Seems a little TOO much for a IFB church. Too many guitars on stage to be IFB. You sure those are not disgruntled pentacostal members who started a Baptist Church? That girl’s hair is literally to her knees….just wondering. 😀

Definitely IFB, but old school southern IFB. These are the guys I was raised around. They preach against Hyles and HAC because of their liberalism. They would never send their kids to hyles anderson because the women can cut their hair, the basketball team wears shorts, and they don’t preach against Television enough!

The guy on the stage behind/to the right of the girls is Creepy. Yes, that’s right, with a a capital C.

The girls screaming with raised arms are an interesting contrast to the girls seated right next to them who appear to be vaguely embarrassed or bored with the goings-on. At least, that’s what *I* saw on their faces. YMMV.

For some reason, when I read your title, I thought of Dr. Hook and the Medicine Show. Now I’ll have “The Cover of the Rolling Stone<" and "When You're in Love With a Beautiful Woman" running through my head all night at work.

Too undignified for CA IFBx churches, generally. Although, Tony Hutson is used as a ‘service stirrer’ at NVBC’s annual pastor’s conference, to do exactly what Don’s 1st comment described. This isn’t worship, it’s a circus “…something to stir them and give them a tangible experience so they can justify all the sacrifice they make, on the altar of their standards, for the god of their imagination.”

I remember seeing him preach in Lancaster, CA. He was against public school and homeschool…and was sure to tell everyone the only God-approved choice was to send their kid to the church’s Christian school. Made me wonder if he did that at the pastor’s request…

I’d love to see what happened right before this clip. It almost seems like someone said “We’re going to record, so let’s make as much noise as we can so people can see how much fun we’re having in the Lord tonight at church!”

I would like to see the prequel as well — I keep hoping it would be something like: “I have an announcement to make; I’d like the xxxx group to come up and sing ‘Jubilee’… now, for the announcement: we have COME OUT from being in debt; God has touched someone to pay off our mortgage! Sing, girls!” … (and then the rejoicing/screaming starts). I hope it wasn’t for anything trivial or shallow.

The thing I get the most out of this is that it’s more of the “If I do it, it’s for God. If you do it, not so much.” How many of these people WOULD look down on a Pentecostal service as being emotion driven?

Galatians 5:22-23: But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance (self-control): against such there is no law.

“Nowhere in Scripture do we see real gifts of the Spirit operating when someone is out of control or under some sort of supernatural seizure. Nowhere does the New Testament teach that the Spirit of God causes Christians to fall into a trance, faint, or lapse into frenzied behavior. On the contrary, “The fruit of the Spirit is…self-control (or temperance (KJV)”.” – John MacArthur

I have to say that the girl singer in the black sweater does have some amazing Crystal Gayle hair. My grandmother is a devoted Pentecostal church-goer. Although she makes sure to specify that it’s “Apostolic.” (Is there a difference?) I always found their services utterly terrifying. Loud and chaotic. And the little detail that a lot of them believe that in order to get into Heaven, you have to speak in tongues has BS written all over it. In my experience,many Pentecostal churches seem to cater to the uneducated and mentally challenged.

Is this even an IFB church? It looks like a traditional-Pentecostal church.

So are these ladies “On Tour” with Tony Hutson according to the comments?

Which leads me to another song to write about:

Just a fundy church girl on a Saturday Night
Looking for the fight of her life
In the real time world, the Pastor won’t let her out at all
The church she’s crazy
Locking church hymnals to the beat of her heart
Changing woman into life
She has sung into the danger zone when the singer becomes a dance

It can cut you like a knife
If the gift becomes the fire
On a wire between will and what will be

She’s a maniac, maniac with a microphone
And she’s screaming like she’s never screamed before
She’s a maniac, maniac on the microphone
And she’s screaming like she’s never screamed before

On the ice-cold baptist church there’s a sanity most never see
It’s a hard warm place of mystery, touch her but can’t hold her
You work all your life for that moment and time and the diploma doesn’t mean a thing
It’s a push of the world but there’s always a chance
If Tony Hutson stays the night

There’s a cold connective heat, struggling, searching for defeat
Never stopping with her head against the wind

She’s a maniac, maniac on the microphone
And she’s screaming like she’s never screamed before
She’s a maniac, maniac on the microphone
And she’s screaming like she’s never screamed before

It can cut you like a knife
If the gift becomes the fire
On a wire between will and what will be

She’s a maniac, maniac on the microphone
And she’s screaming like she’s never screamed before
She’s a maniac, maniac on the microphone
And she’s screaming like she’s never screamed before

Did anyone notice that those girls in the lower right of the screen seemed to be wearing uniforms? It looked they were all wearing blue polos and khaki skirts. School? Traveling Roloff-type group? I wonder.

Certainly strikes a chord from experiences a youth. You see, I went to school with a family who were hard-core Pentecostal Holiness. Hard-core as in not even going to the Doctor, but pray only. Yet they believed in wearing glasses. Hmmm? I see it all here, from when I would visit their church those years ago. All of the goofiness, haughtiness, holier-than-thou, loud, talentless. Wait, how about crazy? Better than a circus.